Anxiety as a Consumable.

Anxiety as a Consumable.

A Poem by Krista Everson
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Anxiety is not what it appears.

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Spinning uncontrollably
Time dances, frolicking...
Far from standing still
Voices are trailing near and far
Many faces circle about,
Judging, laughing, snickering, and judging
Oxygen flow seems to stop
Lungs are working overtime,
Pleading for oxygen
Time stands still
Peripheral vision lacks sense
Looking around...coming to some conclusion
Nothing makes sense
Spinning uncontrollably
I feel nauseous
Day in and day out,
I crawl into a ball
A small, capsule-like pill stares me in the face,
Signaling to me its control
Dare you take me, I hear the words
The consumable staring me in the face,
Is not alone in providing its effects
Drink me,
And the dance ceases to commence.

© 2016 Krista Everson


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Krista Everson
Krista Everson

Clackamas, OR



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